Jun 07 2025, 10:23 AM
The silver wolf decided to try earning some of the newer things. So he took his container, letting it dangle in his jaws. Pawing his way around the fractured structure. He had seen moths around this spot before. Zephiran knew he had to find and kill them. Why they wanted them, who knows. But he was happy to help. Gentle hum from his throat as he set the container down on a stone.
He spotted one, and he tried swatting his paw outwards to smack it out of the air.
The tiny creature was smacked right onto his paw, he immediately shook it off into his container. And the silver wolf went right back over there.
"Speaking"
( )Jun 07 2025, 10:27 AM
Skidding back over there, he went to try and seek another. Smacking the air to see if he could knock anymore to the ground. One he had. Think they said a few of them. Like 8 or so. But maybe he could bring as many as he can reach. They were everywhere anyways right?
And he got another! His tail was wagging rather excitedly. How fun it was smacking these moths out of the air. Practically leaped with joy.
"Speaking"
( )Jun 07 2025, 10:30 AM
This time he did not pick them up though, instead he went around to try and smack enough out of the air. As he leapt around the broken stones. Careful to not step on said tired moths. But it was working. He didn't think smacking the moths would knock them down for him to pick up.
"Speaking"
( )Jun 07 2025, 10:33 AM
He smacked a few down, so now he supposed he oughta try and put them in the container.. right? Zephiran moved to try and pick their little bodies up on his paw. Successfully the silver wolf managed to dig the stone under the moths. As he kicked the stones, he made sure to hit them with a claw to kill them. Moving them over towards the container he had. Oh how handy this thing was. He should bring this out more often.
"Speaking"
( )Jun 07 2025, 10:40 AM
3 down. What was that.. 5? More to go. This was fun. But he figured a new spot would be good. Grabbing the handle of the container. He moved just to another spot nearby. Setting the container down, he'd try to reach for more among the stones. Smacky smack.
"Speaking"
( )Jun 07 2025, 10:43 AM
Successful! Barely. It almost flew away from him. But he caughts it. The silver wolf tried again, extending his paw out to try and do another smacky smack. Reaching for another moth. This was fun, he'd be delighted to do this again for them. Even if it didn't give him much.
"Speaking"
( )Jun 07 2025, 10:46 AM
He was getting good at this. Although they kept trying to get away, he was able to use his paw to smack it away from flying too high where he couldn't reach.
Now he aimed to pick these ones up to try another spot within the cavern. Making sure they were killed before he put them in the jar. For them to not fly off. To put them in the container he had. In which he had no trouble doing. Making a trip or two to pick them up. Dropping them into the jar. Careful not to lick it.
The last one back on the surface made him feel sickly. They were fun to catch, not eat. It was noted.
"Speaking"
( )Jun 07 2025, 10:57 AM
He had half of what they asked for. It was getting a little exhausting smacking things around. But where's the fun in giving up? He shook his fur, picking up the container before setting off to a spot near the entrance of his den.
Sitting the container on one of the stones, he had been meaning to clean.. the spot he lives in. Surely there's a moth or two hiding down here.
He saw one on a stone, and he reached out to smack it. He got it! What annoying creatures these things were. Sticking a claw in its face to kill it. He wiped his claw on the side of the container. Dropping the moth in the jar.
"Speaking"
( )Jun 07 2025, 11:01 AM
Back at it again, turquoise eyes gazed around the broken stones. Flipping pebbles around. It wasn't easy spotting bugs. But he could do it. They kinda got in the way anyways.
He shook the goo off his paw, looking around for another. Zephiran spotted a small one nearby. Pawing at the air in another attempt to stun it. It came down! Onto the ground it shook, with care he killed this one too. One less in his face when he's trying to decorate his home. Yes.
After killing it, he put this one in the jar too. Oh they'd be getting what they needed that's for sure.
"Speaking"
( )Jun 07 2025, 11:05 AM
One left.
That's all he needed. Then he could drop them off. Try something new. One final shake of his fur, he leapt up to one of the stones. Eyes on the lookout for another beating wings. It took a bit longer this time.
But he saw another. Leaping off the stones, he landed on the ground. Gray paw went out to try and stun the final moth he needed. Alas, he missed! The moth got away! Arrgh! His paw hit the stones rather than the moth.
"Speaking"
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